Saturday, December 13, 2025, 7.9*, 74% RH, 0731
Nine degrees at five. The longer I leaned on the frosty railing looking up, the more stars appeared sprinkled around the piece of moon like sugar from a half-eaten cookie. Frost like tiny creatures reaching up. Fenced-in land cratered cement. Dog biscuits did not arrive will be reaching toward the bottom of the jar for more animals to treat them. Soleil shares golden rays creating cheerful trees.
347th day of 2025. So quickly we arrived here.
Art: LJ Austin
